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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
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. The dwarf growled in pain as his hand slid along
the knobby shaft. Dirt and rock rained down on his head as
the sudden weight on his handhold loosened sections of the
wall. Daring to glance up, Flint saw he had caught an an-
cient tree root, half buried in the wall of the pit. He clamped
his fist around it tighter and clung to the exposed root with
all his might and desperation.
His feet met a rocky outcropping as he came to a stop. Ex-
pecting the rock beneath him to tear lose under the impact,
Flint tightened his grip on the root as he tested the size of the
ledge with his toes. To his alarm, it was only six inches deep,
albeit three times his girth in width. He pressed his back
against the wall and tried to think as he caught his breath.
What now?
That thought was barely formed in his head when some-
thing heavy crashed down around his shoulders, flailing
and thrashing.
"Help me!"
Stunned and knocked off balance by the weight, Flint
nearly lost his grip and tumbled over the edge, but blind in-
stinct locked his fingers around the tree root. In spite of its
tone of terror, he recognized the voice of the dwarven frawl
guard, although he didn't dare budge an inch to look up
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